Date: Mon, 19 Jul 2004 17:37:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson
Subject: Training of Slave Bob pt 16 (gay/authoritarian)
"You've pleased me, PussyBoy. Now it is time for the
next plug."
Master tied me to the table again, and handed me lube
and the plug, to prepare filling my whole with more
than it ever had.
I squirted some lube onto my fingers and began rubbing
them around my swollen hole. Master grabbed my nipples
suddenly, and pulled and twisted until I was near
tears.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, PussyBoy? I
said you could lube the plug, not your pathetic pussy
hole. Now you may not use any lube until the next
plug."
Just to drive home the point, Master reached a finger
into my home and wiped out as much lube as possible,
and rubbed it to dry on my face, a reminder of my
error. I had no choice but to begin trying to get this
thick plug in me without lube. I was able to get the
first third in, but my ass felt like it could not give
way. Master began working my nipples more gently,
knowing how much this turned me on. The arousal in my
sensitive nipples increased and pulsed through my
body, causing me to spasm and my ass to release
slightly letting in a bit more with each wave of
pleasure. I was stretched open in pain, but my asshole
was slowly accepting the massive invasion. I felt the
large nub approaching, and pushed out as hard as
possible to open up for the toy. As it slid past, my
cock was straining with a painful erection into the
sheath. It was finally lodged in place, and I felt a
fullness I had never experienced before. Master
grabbed my nuts and began painfully slapping and
twisting them. This pain caused my erection to subside
just a bit, offering some relief. Master gave me 20
firm spanks on my ass, then placed his palm on the
base of the plug and forced it against my prostate. I
was full, but still wanted more. Master must have seen
the desire in my eyes, because he grabbed the base of
the plug and pulled it out. My ass twitched closed, a
fire burning within me.
I was now presented with the massive, gut busting plug
Master had shown me. It had seemed impossible only a
few hours ago, but after the last one, and with the
hope of lube, I knew I wanted to try it. I lubed up
the tip and worked some through the middle section. I
placed the tip at my hole and began swirling it,
working it deeper into my hole. It was half way in,
and I was already tearing up from the stretching in my
formerly tight hole. I kept pushing, staring into
Master's approving eyes as I took each inch. I knew
Master would not be pleased until it was all in me,
and I did my best to please him. I pushed and pushed,
and despite the pain, my cock continued to be rock
hard and dripping precum into the sheath. I was
overwhelmed by the sensation as my pussy stretched to
take the massive invasion. I felt my hole giving way,
and the plug slid its massive girth past my ring and
settled into place. I felt a spasm go through my
crotch, my ass and prostate burning with strange
pleasure. As it settled into place, Master gave my
nuts a firm squeeze and this sent me over the edge. As
he squeezed, my nuts tensed up and released my pent up
cum. I shot a load painfully, squirting onto my chest
out of the restrictive sheath. Master just stared at
me as he tightened his grip on my nuts. He also
decided to milk the rest of that load out of me by
pushing the plug into me, forcing it to hit different
pleasure points within my hole. My cock continued to
slowly dribble cum onto my belly as my erection
withered away.
Once I was drained Master rubbed his cock in the cum
on my belly, and pushed it past my lips, allowing me
to taste my familiar, salty cum. He then disconnected
the spreader between my ankles from the chains above
the table. I was released, but my ankles were still
bound. Master had me stand and walk across the dungeon
behind him to the large wooden "X" rack in the corner.
It was quite a struggle for me to walk like that, my
ass stretched wide around the massive plug and my
ankles bound. I finally made it, and Master
immediately cuffed my hands together and attached them
to the pulley at the top of the rack. Master then
opened a cabinet and took out a large paddle with air
holes, like a fraternity initiation tool. I had never
had anything but a bare hand spanking, but, like may
firsts this weekend, I knew I was now going to be
opened to the world of paddling. Master gave me five
firm strokes across my cheeks. My ass was burning like
never before. Master then began pushing on the base of
the plug as he questioned me.
"Are you my total PussyBoy?"
"Yes Sir."
SMACK!!! I was used to being spanked as a punishment,
but Master was now using it as a tool to punctuate
each question, to drive the point home.
"Do you love having your pussy stretched like never
before?"
"Yes Sir!"
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
"Did you cum without permission?"
"Yes Sir."
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
"Do you desire to be controlled through your hole,
PussyBoy?"
"I already am Sir"
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
"No PussyBoy, you are playing; you are using toys. Do
you wish to be totally controlled by your hole?"
"Yes Sir."
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!SMACK!!!
I was now crying in pain, and Master must have taken
pity on me.
"Oh, PussyBoy, you are learning that this is not all
fun and games. You used to sit on your computer,
jerking off and playing like a slave. Now you are
beginning to realize that this is not a game; you are
now mine and you will suffer greatly for any pleasure
you are provided."
With that, Master disconnected my wrists from the
pulley but left them cuffed and with the ankle
spreader in place. He walked over to the chair and
called me over. I assumed the position across his lap,
my burning ass cheeks presented to him. Master reached
down between my legs and massaged my balls. He also
pushed on the base of the butt plug, driving it into
my ass. He also rubbed my sore cheeks and gave them
gentle smacks. He increased the firmness with each
smack until my ass was again extremely painful. When
Master finally let me stand, I saw the raw redness
that was my cheeks in one of the mirrors on the wall.
Master walked me to a harness swing hanging from the
ceiling. I had never been in one, but was familiar
with them from watching porn. I sat back into the
straps and settled in as Master attached my ankles to
a pulley above me. He uncuffed my hands, and then
surprised me. Master lit up a joint of pot and hash,
and handed it to me.
"Here PussyBoy, you need to relax before we take this
any further."
I took several deep puffs, and felt my body relaxing.
As I was smoking, Master began to release the sheath
on my cock. My cock sprung to attention with its
freedom. I put out the joint and Master began getting
me ready. He pulled out a tub of thick grease. He
began pulling the plug out of my hole. My ass had
gripped tightly around it, and it was quite a shock
when it started sliding out, stretching around the
thick nub before sliding down the tapered shaft until
my ass was left empty again. Master took no time
before scooping up globs of grease and slapping the
into and around my hole. He handed me a small inhaler,
which I recognized as "poppers" like the guys in my
Fisting movies always took. I had never used them, but
knew they induced relaxation and a hazy mindset which
enabled an ass to relax to take a fist. I knew this
was what Master was preparing me for, and I hoped I
was ready to take it. As a final preparation, Master
turned on one of my favorite videos, "Handball
Marathon." It opened with a slave in a harness like
the one I was in, a fist lodged deeply in his ass.
Master suggested I take a hit from the poppers as he
lubed his hand and wrist.
"OK, PussyBoy, you will now get what you've always
dreamed of. Master will now take total control of your
ass. By the time we are through, you will have
accepted my hand into that Pussy hole of yours. And if
I know you, and I think I do, you will probably cum 3
or 4 times before I am through. Now start stroking
that cock and do not stop until we are through."
I began stroking and took a hit from the poppers,
feeling light headed as Master's fingers began pushing
into my hole. He took three fingers, formerly enough
to cause severe pain in my hole, and I easily accepted
them as they slid in and out. He added a fourth which
I took easily as well. His thumb was rubbing my
sensitive rim of my swollen asshole. He stopped as I
felt his fingers spread a bit more, and sensed that he
now had all five squeezed into my hole. He was jabbing
at my hole, and the pleasure along with my constant
stroking soon had me at the edge of an orgasm. Master
sensed this and began tickling my insides with his
fingers. I started to cum, and Master quickly stuck a
bowl over the end of my cock, capturing my spurts. He
set it aside and continued the assault on my ass. His
fingers squeezed together, he directed me to take
another popper hit as his pressure increased. I felt
the rush as I felt him slide deeper in, clearly up to
his wrist. I was shrieking in pain as my insides
stretched around his hand. Without warning, I was
cumming again. Master knew this would happen, and had
the bowl at the ready. I took a double hit and began
to feel my hole relax to accommodate his hand. He
began twisting it around in my gut, just as the Master
in the video above me was doing. Sensing I was ready
for more, I felt his fingers rearrange until he was
holding a tight fist. He first began pulling out, his
fist stretching at my hole. He was tugging at my ass
lips, straining me, before pushing forward and driving
his fist deep into my guts. He followed this process
slowly sliding to his wrist and then deeper many times
over. Master pulled out until his wrist was just
inside. I felt his fingers rearrange again, no longer
in a fist and I soon realized why. Master began
massaging my prostate. I had never imagined being
massaged like this, not a finger probing me but being
fully controlled from within. And I could not resist
the pleasure. Master placed the bowl on my belly, and
I was soon dribbling thick loads of cum into it. He
kept up the attack, causing back to back orgasms,
which blended together in a cum-filled mess.
Master made a fist and began to slowly withdraw his
hand. When he was almost out, he slid his fist back
in. Then he kept pulling until his hand popped out of
my exhausted hole. I thought I was done for the time,
but of course Master had more for me. He grabbed his
cock, wrapping his fingers around the thick girth. He
placed his cockhead at my pussy entrance, which no
longer offered resistance. He pushed in until his fist
was at my hole. He kept pushing, forcing his cock with
his hand around it, into my hole. I felt the bump of
his first finger pass my hole, further abusing it. He
kept pushing, and soon his finger-wrapped girth was
deep in me. I was riding a popper high and still my
ass was overwhelmed from the pleasure. My cock was
still dripping cum in a steady stream. Master left his
hand in me, and began fucking his hand inside my
asshole. I saw the pleasure wash over him and gripped
my cock hard as his orgasm approached. He thrust into
his hand and sent a shot of cum splashing into my
asshole, setting me off and causing cum to shoot
across my belly and chest. Master pulled his cock out
and offered it to me to clean as he swirled his hand
in my gaping asshole. I licked him clean, and then he
offered me his hand, causing my ass to spasm partially
closed as he fed me the mixture of cum, ass sweat and
lube. I licked it clean, and then Master did the
unexpected. He bent over and licked up the cum on my
belly. I was shocked; Master had never taken my cum in
him. He came up until his mouth was over mine, and he
spit all of the cum into my mouth. He slapped me
across the face as I swallowed my cum.
" I gave you the bowl for a reason, bitch. Don't ever
make me do that again."
With that, Master picked up the paddle and gave me ten
firm smacks, causing the harness to swing with each
stroke as my body absorbed the pressure.
"Did you swallow it all?"
"Yes Sir."
With that, Master moved his head above mine, this time
planting his lips on mine. I had just had his fist
deep inside me, yet kissing him still disgusted me.
Master knew this and took pleasure in my shame. When
he was done, He walked over to the bar fridge and
asked if I wanted a beer. I was so thirsty and of
course said yes. Master walked over to me with a 16oz
can and held it just out of reach. I strained for it,
and Master just laughed at me.
"I never said where you would get it, PussyBoy."
With that, he pushed the icy can into my asshole. This
morning I had never had anything thicker than a
buttplug or a cock in me, and now Master was sliding a
can into me with surprisingly little resistance. My
ass gripped tightly as the cool metal hit my swollen
ring. Master handed me the bowl, and forced me to
drink my five loads down. I drank until my mouth was
coated in thick cum. Master placed his cock in my
mouth and began pissing, forcing me to drink it down.
This loosened the thick cum in my mouth and helped
wash it down. When he was through, he finally removed
the beer from my ass, instructing me to lick it clean
before allowing me to open it and drink. I re-lit the
joint and sipped on the beer. I finished it in three
gulps and was absorbed in the contentment throughout
my body and the pleasure in my head, as I drifted off
to sleep laying back, bound in my harness.
To Be Continued...
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